Sans Disbelief Novels & Stories

The disbelief swirled within her, an intoxicating mix of hope and fear that threatened to overwhelm her senses. “W-What did you just say?” she asked, her voice trembling, unable to hide her disbelief. The question escaped her lips almost instinctively, a desperate attempt to confirm the reality of the moment. She searched his eyes, hoping to find the sincerity she had longed for all these years, and to her surprise, she saw it—a deep well of emotion reflecting back at her. His gaze was unwavering, filled with a vulnerability that made her heart ache. The warmth in his eyes ignited something within her, a flicker of hope that she had buried deep inside, and yet, it also terrified her.

I subtly moved a little further away. "Ethan, do you remember what you said when we became mates?" He froze for a second, then recited exactly what he'd said years ago, "I will love and protect you forever. If I break this vow, may I suffer all the pain the world has to offer." I suddenly didn't know what to say. How could someone remember their oath and still break it? "Don't worry, darling." He pulled me close, his voice certain. "I would never do anything to hurt you."

But it was a welcome outcome, for a timid child, he sure does have courage. Alterna blinked at Kael which made him feel nervous. “No.” Alterna said plainly before going back to her work. Kael blinked as if he didn’t understand. “Really?” he asked, trying to confirm as if he didn’t hear it right. I could not help but chuckle, there’s nothing more deceptive than truths for someone who lacks trust and faith. “I don’t understand what you mean by dislike since I’m not able to identify that feeling but I don’t mind your existence here.” Alterna tried to explain but it was definitely off.

“No,” I answer immediately. “I didn’t.” "Not even a suspicion?” he presses. “No,” I repeat, frustration rising. “Why would I lie about that?” “I want to believe you, but…” “But what?” I insist. “Why can’t you accept it as it is? A messed up, terrible coincidence.” “Because from where I am standing, this looks really bad," he says, running his hand through his hair. “And I don’t believe in such precise coincidences.”

Adrian pressed his hand over her mouth, kissing Liam’s damp forehead in anguish. Then, his gaze swung back to me, burning with contempt. "Lauren, I don’t even recognize you anymore. I’m so disappointed in you! Children don’t lie. And Liam is especially obedient. If this is how you treat him, how could you ever teach him? How could you ever remain my wife?" Each word landed like a nail, pinning me down as though I were a criminal, as though even my unborn child, who was already slipping away, were evidence against me.

*Appearances. So I stood, spine straight, and let the heat settle. “I’m not asking you to trust me,” I said, my voice steady even though my hands trembled under the table. “I’m asking you to watch me. To see what I do. Judge me by that, not by your fear.” Silence stretched in the room. Finally, Mara smirked faintly. “Well said.” Edward’s eyes softened on me, pride flickering there. Darius still looked doubtful, but he didn’t argue further.

I couldn’t believe what I was seeing, couldn’t believe that someone could actually take things this far, that someone could act with such disregard for everything else. I looked up at Dominic, my face filled with confusion and disbelief. My brows drew together, eyes searching his, for any kind of explanation, any sign that this wasn’t real. “How is this even possible?” I asked, my voice shaky, though I tried to steady it with a deeper breath.

Never. !

A small, undignified snort escaped, and I immediately pretended to cough, because dignity, once lost, must at least be mourned. Julien stood up again, movements calm and practised, clearly resigned to his fate. This was not the reaction of a man surprised by chaos. This was a man who lived with it daily and had accepted it as part of his existence. “Lucas,” he said gently, the way only parents who had already said a name forty-seven times in the last hour could. There was no anger in his voice. Just tired affection. “Remember what we talked about?” Lucas skidded to a stop, trainers squeaking faintly against the floor. He looked up at Julien with wide, innocent eyes, as if this were a complet

, he let her hand go and started to pace back and forth as he run his hand through his long hair at the time, ruffling it up as if he had an itch. Raphael couldn't accept the fact that his high school sweetheart, wife and mother of his child is being defeated by some cancer he didn't even understand. "Just hang on a bit, Bellamy still needs you. Dieu (French for 'God) I still need you!". Christina saw how torn apart he was, she was torn between pretending to accept the new treatment and preparing him for what's coming next.